Hanging without ropes, tripping over the memories of another self of mine. undecided whether i should glide or run away from me. alter ego at the altar of my imperfection, exploring all my indecision you'll not find my usual doubts...
sweet blades burn the only ways of escape i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you, proudly guilty.
there are new smiles to be traced in the hypnotic chaos of my body. mocking my beloved narcissism: not that my hatred is interesting, but it seduces me with anger and power and i’m hanging without strenght on the insolence of an unstable tomorrow
sweet blades burn the only ways of escape i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you, proudly guilty.
i wake up accustomed to stale air runnig over the shards of my wounded love deceiving me of being able to add to the memory our lost innocence (besides the cry of the false beliefs)
I approve the decapitation of our destiny i admire your dissaproval but your indulgence doesn't cradle me because only violence mocks my loneliness towards the right, bitter vision of everything.
sweet blades burn the only ways of escape i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you, proudly guilty.